Blood Lost

The Sins

(Your gloves)

A scream startled you awake from yet another nightmare that is common in the dream land of (y/n). Snapping your (e/c) eyes wide open you sat up and listened carefully. Another scream sent shivers down your spine. Loude and full of pain and agony. It was your mom. You could hear your dad tell her to shut up before a louse smack echoed through your house. You breath deep and lay back down knowing there was nothing you could do when your dad got like this. The last time you tried to do anything you ended up with a diagonal scar down your back. You start to recite the sins your dad has committed, every sin you prayed sent him to hell, every sin. There's 7 in total, and your horrible father owns them all.
1. Pride
2. Covetousness
3. Lust
4. Anger
5. Gluttony
6. Envy
7. Sloth
You repeat the list twice more before you have to get dressed for school. You have (h/l)(h/c) hair and (s/c) skin you got teeth extensions a while back so when your grin you have the canines of a large dog. You put on a black (insert favorite band name) shirt and some lace leggings with black shorts and combat boots. You put on your make-up and deep red lipstick before quickly grabbing your gloves and walking out the door to be tormented at the hell hole that is public school.

(Sorry it's short first story ever hope you guys like it please comment no hate please)